The Venerated

Leaping over stones likes frogs
Crawling through bushes thick with thorns
Cutting the thick rope around your neck
Escaping on the clouds as I stay

Studying averagely to be mediocre
Raising to the summit never seen before
Looking down at the people
Flowing tears fill the dams

No one above but the sky
The rest a myth, a thought, a lie
Nowhere been but your snowy point
Arrived for the lecture with god too late

Looking down white beard flows
Ankles crack, back bent like a bow
Wasted matter to become a climber
Too late now to have a shave

And who is it you are going to save?
A few, a place, a time, a breed?
Watching as the bodies pile up
You lit a match in your beard to keep them warm

Still they climbed, salivating, gnashing
You were scared but helped them all the same
Shut your eyes, images left
No more tears as they left you to die

Why did you try to save them all?
Did they need it, were they socially small?
Beware reads the sign one rung up
Of thinking you think as others think

Before daring to dream of heroes and kings
Think of tyrants, plebs and holy rings
Salvation was abandoned by the gods
who left nothing but fluids to mix

old and decrepit, knees cracking now
eyes bereft of sight and mind of vision
all the souls you tried to help and save
piled right up and covered you in shame

saving a robot, saving a drone
not tuned in, no need to care
who is the beast that jumps
from cliff to cliff, height to height?

Two beasts, one for each eye
Never tiring, bounding high
Knocking and kicking the corporeal back down
Laughing and singing all awhile

No need to thank them or care
They leave you alone to wilt and despair
It is not your honour they take up
But the kingdom and power of Saturn’s cup

Equilibrium restored, people are few
Try to climb, complain it is too steep
Now here lies peace, not debated
It came from the mind of the venerated